Author Gaby Soutar

Foraging and palaeolithic diets are so fashionable, you’d think people harked back to the bad old days of being hunter gatherers. Although I could have bought into the outfits – furry loincloths, deer...

‘I was hoping for a new way for me and the family to connect with interesting and outgoing spirits, instead we seem to have summoned a vengeful demon. Now the dog’s dead, my son has burnt down his...

You’re either innie, or you’re outie. I suppose only people with the right kind of appropriately lint-gathering belly button need ever apply to be a belly dancer. If it’s convex, rather than...

"Potato menu?” said the waitress. With my mouth full, I’d asked if they had a pudding menu at this restaurant, and she’d misheard me. There are, in fact, zero potatoes at this new sushi restaurant,...

Despite my allergies, I’m totally in the market for a pup. Blame Stockbridge. Or, Dogbridge, as it should be called. On any given day, you can meet the entire cast of Best in Show. I have made...

  88 Bruntsfield Place is haunted by the ghost of a bad meal.   I went there to review former occupant TriBeCa, a year or so ago. One of us had macaroni cheese, which was streaked with brown...

My nieces do V signs in photos. Not with their fingers the sweary way round, because they’d get their Skittles rations docked, but the palm out version. Originally a victory sign in the Second World War,...

When I go to the cinema with my other half, he looks away from the screen when the trailers are on. Spoilers, he calls them. I, on the other hand, love a taster to set me up for what’s to come. Thus,...

"All by myself, don’t wanna be, all by myself, anymore”. It was inevitable that one day, I’d be humming that terrible Celine Dion song on the way to a restaurant review. I’ve had a consistent...

The Godfather of Soul, James Brown, was once the co-owner of a restaurant called The Gold Platter. They served burgers, catfish, fried chicken and other soul food delights on gilt plates. I’m not sure...